Written as an ode to both John Gray's MasterPC: The Victim's Perspective and TheWeaver's MadLibby on mcstories, as well as an attempt to train myself to write some shorter chapters for a change, here is a reality altering story based heavily on the game "Cards Against Humanity". The mind controlling board game is a very old trope in this genre for...
I gasped at the pain of him sinking his fangs into my neck. When he had marked me, it had felt wonderful, a bit of pain but it was dramatically offset by the passion Damien and I had been sharing. Now, however, the pain was intense. I cried out softly and pressed my hand to the back of Damien's. I closed my eyes and felt the tears drip down my cheek onto Da...
The train ride to the country side was long, longer than I would have expected, I ignored what country we were in and instead slept, being told by my aunt that I would have little opportunity to do so once I had arrived. Eventually, we did arrive and a long black limo waited for us at the train station. My aunt had made sure I looked fresh and appropriately...
The next morning was spent out on the patio, a large umbrella protecting my Aunt's vampire skin from the morning light and me sitting face to the sun absorbing it. My aunt set a photo in front of me on top of my coffee and pointed to it. The photo was split into three sections, each holding a photo of three very beautiful vampire girls, all my age or close t...
I arrived in Paris looking and smelling like a homeless woman. My aunt, damn her, was waiting for me looking like a tall, vampire model, wearing a ridiculous black, glittering dress that was so low it showed the edge of her navel and in her hand was a black, lace umbrella I walked towards her, seeing her face light up in a bright smile. "Lilly, you look atr...
Journal of Erin Hollister10 June, mid-afternoon I'm no longer scared. I feel myself changing, physically and mentally. This morning I was an emotional wreck over what I did last night. Now I am indifferent. Aunt Carmilla explained things when I woke up half past noon. I am transforming into a vampire, one of the living dead - or undead - that feeds on the...
I am conducting a series of interviews with authors on Literotica, this is the second in the series, with the author silkstockingslover. I have reached out to a variety of authors, some of who have been on the site for a while, others who are newer, but all write stories that I admire. I hope you enjoy the series, please feel free to send me your feedback, i...
A stream of sunlight landed on my face and I smiled, stretching awake. It took a moment to realize where I was but once I did I stretched my arms out to my sides and found Damien not there. I sighed and got up rubbing the tops of my sore arms before heading into the bathroom and taking a hot shower. I found a black towel and wrapped it around me drying myse...
Sometimes, I honestly truly hate being human. Seriously. Humans are the most bigoted creatures in the universe, and if I sound like someone who would know, it's because I do. I have mixed parentage, meaning that I am half mortal and half other. The Others are here, and they've always lived amongst you. Vampires, Werewolves, Demons, and all kinds of Supernatu...
Hi folks. All I can say is that I'm sorry. From the comments some of you realized that this story came out a bit late. I posted it the sundat before Halloween so it took a week to actually be published. Literotica is a very busy site so I probably should have posted it much earlier. It did come out right on Hallowen on the other site and the second part was...